The story of one little family doing the best that they can in the urban heart of Amish Country.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Powerful

This morning, before work, I dropped Ben off at Grammie and Poppie's house. I got him out of his car seat and let him run up the driveway toward the house. Grammie came down the drive to get the diaper bag from me so I could get right back on the road. While I was making the hand-off, we heard Ben start to cry. When I looked over, he was picking himself up off the ground. Instead of his usual, "I'm OK," he continued to cry even after standing up. I swooped in and picked him up, and through his tears he demanded, "You have to kiss it!" I looked down to his knees and found them scraped and bleeding. So I put one arm behind his knees to lift them. Then I kissed them and carried him, cradled in my arms, into the house. I laid him on the couch and kissed his knees again. He was still crying, but calming down now. He was in good hands, so I left the house and got back in the car. As I drove away, I had this thought: I am Daddy, and I am powerful.